Archive - 2010

That's Funny

TISSA: I was never the class clown. I was always the quiet kid in the back who made the occasional wisecrack that made the few students around me laugh. The first time I realized I was funny was in 8th grade, in an American History class. It was one of those days right before school vacation, when the teacher knows there's no point in teaching anything because everybody's brain is already on vacation. So, she thought up a fun game for us where we learned American proverbs>>>

ایران خانه من، خانه من زندان من، ایران من زندان من!

دلم میخواهد بگویم اندیشه جا افتاده ای، تصمیم قاطعی، حقی نبخشودنی و صبری پر معنا در زنان ایران مبینم که سالهای قبل به این وسعت و صلابت ندیده بودم>>>

Augustine

My daughter often asks me why I talk to strangers -- the answer is, that is how I get a chance to meet my loved-ones-to-be. One of my dear friends, found completely randomly, is a woman by the name of Sarah D. I met Sarah in 2006. At the time, she sold lettuce at the Burbank Farmer's Market and we struck up a conversation over arugula and dill. One particular morning, Sarah was positively beaming. She showed me a picture of a little girl named Augustine whom she had just met in Haiti. Her love for Augustine was contagious especially when she shared her pictures ... but let me get out of the way, and let you hear Sarah's story directly from her>>>

Hayedeh

A year after the overthrow of the Shah, the Islamic Revolutionary Court issued a subpoena with a list of singers and actors who were ordered to surrender to Evin authorities. Second on the list was Massoumeh Dadeh-Baalaa, known to the music world as Hayedeh. The ominous document, scribbled in course handwriting, can be seen in Pejman Akbarzadeh’s encyclopedic video biography of the legendary Iranian diva. Akbarzadeh chronicles Hayedeh’s life with such detail and insight that by the sad end we realize the storyteller has covered territory beyond the life of one artist; he has shed light on the world of the Iranian exile>>>

It's called mindset

Very intersting...thought of sharing it with you all >>>

هوار هوار

هوار هوار يا هوار ياروم مي ايه
هوار هوار يا هوار دلداروم ميايه >>>

A New Day

in a moment of pause
you had gone
I walked away wondering
how I could not see you leave
Now whispers in me
words of regrets
longing to begin a new day >>>